Perhaps Indian independence reminded me of my own statelessness, the occupation of my homeland, and my exile.
I went on a lot of bus rides in Tibet. My first bus ride was along the Golok-Xiling route.
Memories by Lodey Lhawang, mother of Jamyang Norbu, of the great scholar and poet Gedun Choephel.
The new flowers that bloom will find wisdom in the words of these people… and through words their names will be remembered and honoured.
Loose… gone down Crack… pulled out Madness… forced upon me I am a jelly fish But I couldn’t slip through them I am the precious one But I have no strength to stand Nor will to go forward I am a dead fish No motion any where I am an anti-anti My worth worthless I …
The earth and sky held counsel one night, / And called their messengers from northern height.
In the times now long forgotten / In the night of other ages, / When things were not as they now are
A city there is which lone does stand / In ruins mid bamboo trees
My feet are wandering neath the alien star, / My native land, – the road is far and long.